"Can you tell me why blowing on these fairy clocks won’t help?”
Every night, he came here and wallowed in the melancholy of his lost existence. Almost drowning in the hole left in his heart by his lost life.
“Well, there’s no cars up here. Whaa—” Larry flinched away from leathery fluttering wings. Natalie chuckled, “There are bats though.”
“It’s a little too quiet isn’t it —” Larry flinched as EMF detectors lights flashed in his hand. “Hey! Somebody just swatted my bum!”